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russia

Dana Quijote — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 18:39:49 GMT

After so many years I will be in Moscow for a few hours as i go back to Kenya. Somehow I have all these comments from Russians and most are not quite understandable. My best guess is that a russian English class used my blog as a teaching tool. But on September 22nd i will arrive in Moscow on my way to Dubai and then Nairobi. So what does an airport tell you about a country. It give you a glimpse of how the society looks at visitors. Singapore was the best and Mumbai the worst. Singapore gave to the visitor internet, butterfly sanctuary. Mumbai no Atm's and rude airport agents and Military guards. Lets see how Moscow stands up. Let me not forget Qatar where they put me in a four star hotel and fed me. It took me an hour to figure out how to flush the toilet. So i will stop at three new airports, Moscow, Dubai and Bahrain. 3 days on the move, i love it as i will see new people and adjust my attitudes with a dose of reality.

As ever i remain

Mr. Baldy

Jambo Sana

biography

Dana Quijote — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 18:19:29 GMT

Currently i live near Kisumu Kenya. I arrived in December of 2007 in Nairobi and in a few days the country erupted in what is termed the post election violence. Gunfire tear gas were common soldiers every where. Couldn't get to the internet for over a month. But now everybody is talking about the new constitution. Two things stand out in my mind. "Life begins at conception" right there in the constitution. Second 33% of the congress people must be women. Other than those two things it is similar to our constitution. The religious leaders are asking people to say no because abortion is allowed to save a mothers life. Anyway enough politics.

After graduating from High school I went to college, aginst the guidance counselors advice. College was a lost easier than our high school. In 1964 I gradusted from Ithaca college with a BA in Math.

In my last year of college i suffered from viral menegitis but still finished even though i missed a month of college. And suffered from headaches for the next 15 years. The most memorable event in college was my major professor Dr. Worth told me I should take logic. To me logic was like giving a soldier a gun. I then could do things and throw away bad ideas. A very useful tool and I am ever grateful to Dr. Worth. The first A I ever received was in Vector and Tensor analysis because it was used for Einsteins theory of relativity. My saying is that college was a great social experience but not very good at education. Somehow the education system fails us because it does not prepare us for the real world. Anyway that is a topic I can talk about for days.

Anyway I tried to enlist in the airforce and didn't make it and even the army said no. I have six toes and no one wanted a smart ass in the service who could count to eleven.(joke) So instead of the jungles of Vietnam I went to alaska where I watched for russian launches and sent my reports to all the intelligence agencies. I worked 12 hours a day for 360 days straight. My first real job was the hardest. Anyway I became a computer programmer and was able to indulge my self in adventure. Why because the pay was so good. At one time I was making as much as the president. Now i am a disgarded old man left to wait for his death.

So that is why Africa. I walk down the street and u would think I am JC himself. Kids stare at me ask to shake my hand. Women offer to marry after 15 minutes conversation. I go places where few Muzungoes go. (white Man) i talk with everyone who will talk to me. I love shocking them by saying this is the best place on earth. I lived in a house in an apartment out side was mango, avocado and papaya trees. The avacadoes were so big u needed both hands to pick them up. The kids use to eat the mangoes when they were the size of a marble. All this fruit lay on the ground and rotted. You can grow crops 365 days a year as we were just a few miles from the equator. Hot sun during the day and rain in the afternoon. But they all want to come to america. I can't understand anyone wanting to spend there time in Ithaca freezing.

Well my prgraming career involved working for some big companies and lot of little ones. I have worked at IBM, NCR, Sarah Lee, Airforce, Navy, NASA and the pentagon. I have had about 6 or 7 of my own companies. In otherwords I have had a lot of fun in my life. If I was after money Bill Gates would be poor. But money always gets in the way of having fun. I have developed into a strange creature I know but it has served me well. If u are interested my web site is www.mrdana.com

Three years ago I died I fell throught the roof of my garage. Anyway the whole story is on my web site www.mrdana.com/death/

Another singular point in my life was when I took out a canoe and was alone on the amazon river in Peru.

My next challenge is to do the same on the nile river.

I vised the island of the sun on Lake titicaca Lake Titicaca is a lake located on the border of Peru and Bolivia. It sits 3812 m (12500 ft) above sea level.

Been to Paris twice. Finished going around the world on May 18th of this year.

Have a certificate to Navigate a submarine(Nuclear).

I am most grateful that my life has been full of travel and adventure.

My religious philosophy can be summed up in two sentences and is aplicable to every person on earth.

The Universe is GOD. To receive the power of GOD you must be grateful.

And to this i ascribe my life as proof that this is so.

I would implore each and everyone to come to Africa where u can make a difference.

just write me at bydana@gmail.com and I will help you in anway I can.

Why because I am truely grateful and with that comes the resposibility to help my fellow man.

my other blog http://danaquijote.blogspot.com/

Dana Quijote — Fri, 25 Mar 2011 17:28:00 GMT

For some reason somebody has discovered my blog and r sending viruses and all sorts of junk. Oh well I created this Universe so I am responsible. As my son once said "dad the rules of the Universe don't apply to u" so I guess I have to take responsibility.

Anyway I have a more complete blog which I call Dana Quijote after my good friend Don Quijote so if by some quirk of the universe u have entered mine try this other blog http://danaquijote.blogspot.com/ i thank everyone who is real for there comments. To u other people please leave my universe at once. One of the greatest mistakes made is taking life to seriously. Enjoy life fuck up everyonce in a while. Or what is a good meal without some salt.

Jambo Sana

appearance

Dana Quijote — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 16:27:00 GMT

To many people out there being smart and attractive is a way of life and I must say I do enjoy watching them strut and show of. But the wrapper doesn't make the food taste better and many times that sexy lady inside is filled with worms and all sorts of nasty things. But for me I learned a lesson early in life and that is not to be noticed. When u see me u don't see an advanced it man who has seen more than a hundred other it men and a million other people. Bill Gates, the young kid, is recognized everywhere but me I walk among you and you don't know what I have done, or seen or experienced. And that is fine. I have never signed an autograph or been recognized for some wonderful thing I have done. Because as I said early on I found if u were special or at least thought you were you became a target. And targets often get hit by arrows and they hurt. So instead of people expecting things from me they look down on me. And I chuckle and say to myself if only you new what I know you would run screaming into the night. And so I go where brave men fear to go hanging over the edge hanging on with one hand. To say that this life is lonely is a vast understatement. After struggling up the highest hill u find yourself alone. No one to share that sweet taste of victory as you become better at what you do than anyone else. I have never had a role model to follow, I have never been encouraged by a mentor no the thing I have is persistence. No matter what the odds or the challenge I struggle forward falling down for sure but always getting up and struggling on and in the end tattered and torn I reach my destination. Maybe the price was to high as many times that is so true but somewhere buried inside me is a force which never gives up, maybe rests now and then but never gives up.

So when the first rockets burst through the sky in Kenya I will know I was there 30 years before it happened.

I am a pioneer, filled with wanderlust always searching for the new, the future. That is why my goal is Alpha Centauri. That is where humanity will go next. And I am finding the way one slow step at a time. Nobody reads my blogs except ex wives. But I sure could use some help. But because there is no help is no reason to stop. There is no reason to stop until death overtakes me. I drink from the bowl of life fully and thirst for more. When I lay dying in the hospital i did not quit when I was drowning I did not quit and to that man who jumped in and saved me I thank u a million times and I know not your name. Such a sadness that the man who saved my life has no name in my memory. I often do things I don't want to do because i must do it. As in the Star Wars movie, "("The Force is strong with this one.") that defines me. Until we face death face to face we know not who we are. I have faced death maybe a half dozen times. Where you don't know if you will be alive 15 seconds from now. Where time slows down and the fellow inside takes control.

Anyway dear reader(Georg Groddeck) I leave you here to ponder these things and if ever you should wish to join me on the Glory Road I can be reached at bydan@gmail.com As ever I remain. Dana Lee Jambo Sana

Around the world

Dana Quijote — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 16:18:00 GMT

Recently I was in the embassy in Nairobi Kenya. I was so proud of myself finally having completed my first trip around the world and so I was talking with the woman who supplies condoms to the world. And I said I traveled around the world and she asked how many times. My pride popped just like a soap bubble. Anyway this trip to Kenya was full of adventure. I saw my first wild hippo on a boat ride to Hippo Point on Lake Victoria. At first there was Rose, poor girl having been begging on the streets of Nairobi for food, well she found the big guy great feasting and after $20,000 I was just just bones. At 10am that day I walked out of the house never to return. So I then started out with the twins, I love twins, to see one person finish the others sentence. Well after 3 cows 2 goats and brown envelops and a thousand lies I walked out the door forever. I had a beautiful computer high speed internet and was prisoner inside the house. So after receiving death threats, real or imagined I don't know I took off to Nairobi in a jet plane with my two new accomplices. I love to see people take there first plane ride. Anyway the trip from Kisumu to Nairobi one half hour, the trip from Nairobi airport to downtown an hour and a half. The trip to the Kisumu airport was made a speeds unbelievable and any movie crew would have died to film it. And after arriving steam arose from the hood of the car. We then rushed inside to check in as we were very late. The twins were fascinating as they took turns listening and voicing fears that Rose was just about to kill them. Well since they were so nervous I said lets go to Nanyuki, a small town at the base of Mount Kenya. After 5 hours and $125.00 in taxi fare we arrived. We looked for a cheap hotel all of which were not acceptable and we arrived at the sportsman club. Very nice an impossibly expensive by Kenyan standards at $120, the rooms(suite) were very nice but the food very bad. I have no clothes so we head down to the newly opened Nakumart to get me another pair of shorts and shirt. We spent a pleasant day there I had bought each of the girls a new cell phone and together one camera. On the trip I brought one cell phone and about 6 others. Still afraid for there lives we head across country to Nakuru. The road almost disappears as we were practically traveling through pastures. I rode up from but the twins were packed in back like sardines. Finally after traversing beautiful rural Kenya we arrived at Nyahururu for a brief stop. I am sure the wild west was like this. The Matatus have what they call stations and as many as a hundred will be stopped there waiting for the trip to there destination. Finally we turned a corner as below us was the vast valley where Nakuru is. I can truly say Africa is most beautiful and the poverty we hear about does not show. It is there but the majority are not poor but not rich either but as in all places in the world there are the rich in there Humvee's and obviousness to life. Well the twins are off to Kisumu and they leave me alone at the Pilot Hotel. In the hotel was one of the last discos on earth and I enjoyed myself thoroughly and drank apple bear with my two companions. After a lot of beer we retired to my room just the two of us and we had a pleasant night in each others arms. I was prepared for a lonely night alone my first in 3 months but fate had provided me with a companion and I was so grateful. In my whole time in Kenya I never slept alone. My maid when I was with Rose gave me my bath and every once in a while she stole a Kiss. Sorry there was two nighta I slept alone that was when I got married Luo style(go figure). Anyway back to Nakuru I took a Taxi from Nakuru to Kisumu, here was my first encounter with quadruple speed bumps, in the morning and went straight to my next wife Zainabu a hair stylist. We set up house together and I had a great time until I learned she had a husband in town. So once again I take of with my small carry on bag and head to my new wife. Since she may be in danger I will not mention her name. But she takes me to her home area where I spend the next 3 weeks reliving my childhood ie no electricity or running water. Anyway I ask if I could have a co wife and she agrees as it is common practice there in her clan. Each clan has there own rules and when they don't want to do something they will on the spot make up a rule. So instead of cows this time I give money to bring electricity to the house. Now let me explain Kenyan women are kind and gracious to a fault but the truth is optional. They lie with creative abandon. I think of them as small children trying to please you by making up stories. They are all different but at the core they are African women yet to be introduced into the world as full citizens. They are trying but I remember the seeing my 2 year old cleaning the stool with her underpants. They are trained to serve. And they create there own little society in the kitchens so poor u want to cry. But they are sisters and they support each other in there happy misery because they know not what other women of the world enjoy. Roses mother every day walks many times to the stream to fetch water and cooks in a mud hut out back of the main building. I love African women with them I feel loved and treasured and anyone of them would run away with me at a moments notice. Because to be the wife of a white man is a status above all the rest. Now don't get me wrong just because the color of my skin is white does not make me better than anyone else but you can't convince 80% of African women this, so I just relax and enjoy my good fortune.
And so sleeping between my two wives in the Nairobi hotel I smile and exclaim wow this is truly amazing. And am grateful ever grateful for a life full of adventure and beautiful caring women.

The tallest tree

Dana Quijote — Mon, 24 May 2010 10:21:00 GMT

In Kisumu you take a matatu(mini bus) for 30 minutes and then you get out and search for the tallest tree. You walk through the pasture filled with tethered sheep. Then you walk by the corn field which are at least 8 feet high, Past the small hut where 7 people live mother, father and 5 children. And in another 5 minutes you arrive at the compound. I stayed at the compound for 3 weeks. There are 3 cows, 1 goat and 4 sheep. No electricity but a battery operated tv where at 8pm we all watch love spell. After the program TV off and we all go to bed to wait for the rooster crowing at 4 am. It gets light at around 6am so I lay in bed 2 hours waiting for enough light to crawl out of bed My wife heats the water and I go to the little shed made out of tin roofing and bath myself. After I am done my wife has breakfast made 2 eggs, toast and tea. Being a westerner I am not used to the bathroom and that bothers me the most trying to manage this.

During the day the flies gather round the muzungo(white man) to feast. African are not bothered by flies and are entertained by my unusual ability to kill them. About every hour the young hen come in and check the floor for flies, the ants carry the flies off to feast upon. Later on my second wife takes me to the road and again we board another matatu to go to the internet where I look at my email and look up answers to the days questions. Then we go to the market and buy bananas, rice, onions eggs and maybe a cabbage or carrots. Then back to the matatu which is always filled and I may sit on half a seat and watch my fingers and toes as once they closed my hand in the door. Now we stop and look for the tallest tree and walk home. For three weeks this was my routine. This place is almost perfect except for he mosquitoes who come out at nightfall. The Africans are bothered by the mosquitoes and many a sharp slaps are heard as they try to kill them but the only safety lies under the nets. Almost everyone has malaria. My co-wifes little boy had it and was taken to the hospital. They though it was a cold but his pitiful cries told me it was more. And I was right. Since we are in my wives mothers house all signs of affection are prohibited. The father died many years before and at that moment time stopped and the mother maintains everything but no advancement. My joke is that a few miles away is the garden of eden. It is perfect growing weather hot sun in the day and then about 4pm it gets dark and we receive the rain. We save the rain water and we drink this and wash the clothes and me in this. The rain water is so soft you can hardly rinse yourself. We have a bore hole(well) but the water has very many minerals in it.

The only real problem is that people have been known to die of boredom and if all the cell phones were turned of I am sure this would happen. I visited grandma who lives alone as her co wife and sister died last month. Grandfather who is now dead long time married 3 sisters and grandma is now all alone. Somewhere in her late eighties she commented that I looked like 92 and I was upset until I realized the muzungo needed to be older than her. She gave me a rooster, so kind and we went back home and the pesky rooster we had was given away to feed the son who came that day. I hate eating chickens I know personally. But my first wife is fine as she wrings there necks and boils them to remove the feathers and then cooks then. The chickens here in Kenya are so small u can't believe it.

the journey home

Dana Quijote — Sun, 07 Mar 2010 04:05:00 GMT

After 13 months i finally returned to my home in Kenya. Albeit my rented home.

It started on Feb 11th driving to the airport CLT in ice and snow. To find my flight had been canceled. A very nice US Air agent got me a new flight into Manilla. Charlotte - San Francisco - Tokyo - Manilla . then Manilla to Guam stayed a week in guam became single again. Then Guam - Manilla - Singapore - Bombay - Nairobi - Kisumu thus completing my around the world trip. The best airport was Singapore(free internet} worst Bombay. confusing and no help. As Charles Dickens would have said it was the best of airports it was the worst. of airports. Got my camera stolen at Arkland Hotel in Nairobi. Other than that everything arrived ok. Except my butt and my swollen ankles. I now live in Kisumu at Polyview Estates. Have high speed internet and a new wife Rose. Was married by African customs IE 3 cows 2 goats and brown envelopes with money for mom and dad grand mothers grand fathers aunts uncles and cousins. It was a wonderful experience as I for the first time experienced the my extended African family.

travel tentative

Dana Quijote — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 21:44:00 GMT

Shakespere quote

Dana Quijote — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 02:18:00 GMT

"The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All the Lawyers

To be or not to be

Dana Quijote — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 02:05:00 GMT

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

This has always been my favorite quote

my new wife

Dana Quijote — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 19:49:00 GMT

Phoenix

Life is strange so much so that it is like an ocean with waves when we are on top of the wave we see the horizon and everything around us in the trough we are surrounded by walls of water but to get where we want to go we have to traverse those waves.

Fifty year goal

About 10 years ago i decided that i needed a goal so vast that it would need every resource i could find to achieve.

And so i dedicated my life to sending a probe to Alpha Centauri. In our goals we reach beyond our grasp.

Along that trip i decided i needed a wife some three years ago. Because no man is an island and i saw that without a good wife to be there to bind my wounds after the battles to be fought i would not succede. After my visit to hell i found a sympathetic resonance with young black women. And if i were to die then in the arms of a black woman it would be. i have found many lovely ladies in Kenya and i wish each and everyone well.

the third world

Dana Quijote — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 19:14:00 GMT

Third World - countries with economies largely based on agriculture and characterized by low standards of living, high rates of population growth, and general economic and technological dependence upon wealthier industrial nations. A very ethnocentric way of referring to other cultures because it ranks cultures below those of the "First World" like Europe, Japan, Canada, and the United States.

This is a question i like to ask people in Kenya definetly a third world country.

I love to challenge our concepts of things.

So here is the question.

If I(Dana Quijote) go to Kenya and help them launch a satellite. A very small satellite the size of a cell phone.Broadcasting a message of peace in all languages. Can we still consider Kenya a third world country. Then an ancillary question what will the reaction of the people(Kenyans) be.

Since I don't want to contaminate your answers I'll put my answer in another blog.

Caveman science

Dana Quijote — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 17:18:00 GMT

I see we have the scientific establishment often refereed too.

I have to laugh at that, appeal to higher authority has zero relevance, logic 101.

What we need is new thoughts new experiments.

The world has changed we once were lost in four dimensions and now we are found in 11. Many years ago we explored dimension 5 as a pocket dimension where every point is the universe is only Planck's constant = 6.626068 × 10-34 m2 kg / s away. Looking through that lens telepathy doesn't look odd. We are at the beginning stage of exploration of our universe and we all are found pitifully ignorant instead of thinking outside the box we now need to think outside the 4 dimensions. thanks for reading my comments namaste, jambo sana

Kenya from me to you

Dana Quijote — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 08:27:00 GMT

I arrived in Kenya from USA on December 26th 2007.

I spent one year on the shores of Lake Victoria. I took the bus from Nairobi to Kisumu. Anyone making that trip has great feeling for the phrase "road to hell." Never sit in the back of a bus unless you wear a steel helmet. I was hanging on for dear life and the passengers were smiling at the muzungo until the luggage from above began to fall on their heads.

Anyway Nairobi was beautiful and the food terrific.

I arrived in Kisumu on the 28th. The pot was beginning to boil. And two days latter people were streaming past where i was staying with Tv's in there arms and then the burning began.
Nobody could prove it but only certain stores were burned in other words the riot had direction and purpose.

And after many months I realized I was in Paradise.

After one year I can't tell the difference between a Kikuyu and a Luo or any other tribe. The people I met and lived with were all nice people I miss them loved them. And I will never again ask for a fork to eat my tilapia. I am a muzungo and I was treated like a King. Children would come with their parents to shake my hand and ask for a coin or two. I would love to open a conversation and stun my fellows with the statement

"you live in the greatest place on Earth"

In my first abode there were mangoes, papaya and avocados falling to the ground. In 5 minutes i could gather hundreds of dollars of fruit. I come from New York State where the growing season is from April to September. Anyway Paradise in my eyes is where I was. My new family enfolded me and smothered me with love. It took time of course for them to know me but eventually we formed a bond so strong that my heart is still in Kenya.

Now I can understand the problem Kenyans have.

How can you have thieves teaching your children and expect great things from them. I can't tell you how incredulous I was when I learned you had to bribe your teachers. So where is the model a child can look to. They whip your children if you the parent don't pay on time. I ask everyone who reads this to tell me how your children can be different than those who teach us.

And the other thing that shocked me is visiting a hospital and seeing two patients per bed

. And they laughed at me and said sometimes three. How Kenyans suffer is beyond words. And how women are treated corrupts the mind. I was told by my brother in law your wife is your property.

I was never so afraid in Kenya as when I was in a police station face to face with evil.

Knowing the man I was talking to could pull out a gun and shoot me dead and nothing would be done about it. Meanwhile the police are hitting on my wife in front of me. Of course I had to bribe the police or as they refer to as giving the policeman his tea. Anyway I hope I have not offended anyone this is Kenyan through my eyes.

I love Kenyans.

They are obsessed with education.

But until the rights of all humans are guaranteed men, women and children talk of political this or that is meaningless. It is a room full of school children when the teacher is not there.

Anyway I love you all. Jambo Sana

Death

Dana Quijote — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 08:04:00 GMT

Dana Lee Kimball

Hello,

Almost 3 years ago I fell through the roof of my garage
. I broke my back in 4 or 5 places and broke eight ribs. It was nine hours before my son found me. I called and yelled and wondered if I would die there on the cold cement floor. Nearby was the smell of death as a cat had died and I could only smell that smell that death creates. I tried to crawl but the pain was incredible and all I could manage was to go in circles. The sun was beating down on me and I was dehydrating fast. I had to urinate and so I did in my pants. I knew if someone didn't find me I would be dead. This was at eight thirty am. At around 5 pm my son found me. We had a little white dog who came to me and laid next to me while my son got a jug of water and poured over me. Then he called the ambulance and a half hour latter they arrived. And thus began my journey. My walk with death. The pain was so intense that when they moved me the whole world turned bright yellow. If anyone wants to hear what happened next just ask me. I'll be happy to tell you the next part. But maybe I am to far outside your world just looking for someone who might be interested in the rest of the story as Paul Harvey used to say.

As ever I remain.

Dana Lee Kimball

May 16, 2009 5:54 PM I am back. Someone has asked how I am now. Well do you always read the end of the book first. Let me caution u. I may make statements which may seem insensitive to some but I assure u I am not racist or bigoted.I do have a hard time with stupid people. That is not IQ but people who do stupid things because of the system or for personal gain. I worked at Johns Hopkins as a computer consultant and the man who hired me was a world wide famous researcher and he related this joke to me. If u are caught in an elevator with a surgeon and the door is about to close what will the surgeon do to make sure the door does not close. Well as you know we mortals will put our hand out to stay the closing of the door. But to a surgeon his hands are his most important body part. So the surgeon will put his head between the doors his least valuable part. I tell u this joke because with my experience with Dr's I find they don't know everything. But the person who does know is u. Never let a medical person persuade u that ur pain or ur symptoms are in ur head unless maybe you have a head injury(ha ha). Anyway here I am laying on the floor of the garage. The ambulance boys are here they wheel me in the gurney and strap me to it. My garage is about 50 yards in from the road. The ambulance boys couldn't figure how to get close to my garage. And so with broken back and ribs they wheel me over the rough ground. I though I had pain before but this pain made me cry. Now the next part is not for u who are squeamish and if you want to skip this part feel free. Why did I fall through the roof. Well my insurance co was going to cancel my insurance if I did not fix the roof. So as I am a diabetic I have to urinate a lot. And also being not circumsized my ability to pee without pain was absent. So it was 8:30 and I had only another hour before it was too hot to work on the roof. Since the garage was way away from the road and no one could see me I decided to pee of the roof. I have two garages and one I was fixing was safe but the second garage was definetly was in bad shape so I laid down two large 8 foot planks and walked on these to the edge of the roof. But I never made it. All of a sudden I felt the roof give and I was sliding into a garage full of bicycles and computers and yes a dead cat. I guess I passed out not quite sure of that. But I hurt like I never had hurt in my life before. My son gets great pleasure in calling me stupid for trying to pee of the roof. So I guess I can claim my fair share of stupidity. Well back to the ambulance we are now rushing to downtown Charlotte and the main hospital. I am conscious and I can see everything passing by. Then I must have passed out. All I could remember is them turning me. And when they did my whole vision even with my eyes closed became a brilliant yellow like looking directly into the sun. I do remember the urologist inserting a catheter in my penis I assure u that hurt also. And then began a journey so strange u will find it hard to believe. They gave me some medicine which knocked me out and I was in intensive care for about two weeks and was not conscious during that time. But my brain was having fun with me. As I remember as clearly as anything else which has happened in my life. I was tortured to death over and over again. I remember about 5 different times I was tortured to death. Remembering how I was begging for my life. The first time I was tied to a chair and where i was was filling with water. And they were for some reason watching and waiting as the room filled with water.Trying desperately to break my bonds my breath growing shallower and shallower. After wards my son told me that my lung had collapsed and every time I breathed the blood would flow out. I looked at the hospital bill and I counted 22 blood transfusions. Well I save the rest for latter as I hope I haven't grossed u out but it is all 100% true to embellish this story would be ridiculous as it is hard enough just reliving these events. Just a little history about me. I am a retired computer consultant having worked in about 50 different companies. From the Pentagon, Radar analyst in the aluetian Islands, have a certificate to navigate a submarine, worked on rocket launching wind profiles, and on and on. The best compliment I ever got was from the head of the Wilmer eye clinics laboratory. He happened to be my neighbor and good friend. He said I was the most creative person he had ever met. Before I left Hopkins he offered to give me my own department to run. But I could not stand still as I went on many adventures in South America. Culminating in being alone in a canoe on the Amazon river.(Another story) So feel free to ask questions and comments. My being in the hospital was like the quote from Charles Dickens "It was the best of times it was the worst of times" obviously u know the worst but the best of times was those people nurses, aids and all others who dedicate themselves to helping those of us who end up there. In no small measure do I owe my life to these wonderful caring people who walked with me every step of the way. Tears come to my eyes now as I relate this to u. Never believe there are no good people left in this world they are at ur hospital taking care of us in our need or in our final moments. Until next time.

As ever I remain.

Dana Lee Kimball

May 18, 2009 10:47 AM This is a continuation of my story about death. I am now in the hospital in intensive care. My son relates to me the following. The Doctors advised the family to look for a place to bury me as they didn't think I would live. I was constantly on Iv's and blood transfusions. AS I said before my right lung had collapsed and they put a drain tube in my lung and I was constantly bleeding I guess because of the eight broken ribs on that side. It is interesting when this happened to me there was no thoughts going on just one huge rush of Adrenaline. My thought were of this lady who had killed her parents by having there plane crash in Nevada or California. Her pleasure was killing people and she wanted to kill me but make it look like an accident. She had me tied up in her house and was about to burn it down. Some how I escaped. In this state I could phone by using the florescent lights and speaking the numbers. It was not crazy disjointed like a dream but in this state I was living it. It was very solid and real. In this state I would call 911 the FBI anybody I could to tell them I was trapped in this hospital. Anyway the details could fill a book. The most interesting one was that I was on board a ship and it had small personal containers for troops.Each container had life support. The ship was sent to the shores of Nicaragua and there the ship was sunk. And from there the troops would leave in there escape pods to land on the beach in Nicaragua. So now to the point where I became Conscious. When I woke up I was in the center of a room and the nurse asked me if I wanted breakfast. But my first thought was how wonderful to be able to live a third time. In my mind my other lives were their. And now I was in Miami a professor at the University. People said I had been in a boat wreck and broke my back. And my nurses name was Wendy like from Peter Pan. I lived this life for a day or so until finally I realized I was back in Charlotte. I was so disappointed because the life of a professor was so comfortable. This was such a strange thing for me. I don't accept things unless I have a firm grasp on them. And this was beyond anything I had ever experienced except for Deja vu. And thus began my recovery. I had tubes and ports everywhere. One day Wendy was attending me and something went wrong a tube or something. She shook me and blamed me for what happened. I never ever saw her again. Being a nurse in ICU is very tough because a lot of ur patients die. They care about u but they also hold back as u may soon die and each death takes a toll on them. My next nurse should have been a drill Sargent she was in charge. But there is a down side to this as they don't listen to the patient. I was getting an infection in my private area and I told her this but she wouldn't listen as a results my scrotum became infected and became the size of mangoes. I was on morphine and I am surprised I never got addicted. I would get bags of the stuff. Anyway I had to learn to eat again. The only thing I could eat at first was jello. With the broken back it was impossible to sit up. So they would raise the bed until the pain became to great. I would eat a little but would become exhausted and have to be put back down. I am a big man about 250lbs and the nurses had a hard time moving me. So I was Conscious about 3 or 4 days before they moved me out of the icu. I was so happy to be free of that place. But little did I know the nightmare was just begining. In ICU I could push the button and a nurse would be there almost instantly. In My room it would take forever for someone to come. Now I had a button for the morphine. I could only get a shot once every 5 minutes. Now because everything was swollen to pee was close to dying. So I would have to plan my urinations to hit the button about a minute before i peed so the morphine would dull the pain. But even then it was like a living hell to pee. Now comes a part which some may feel is racist but I assure u it is not. The head nurse in this wing was an older black nurse. And this was her area. She made the rules. They brought in an older negro man to be in the same room. But I screamed so much with the pain he didn't want me to be there and refused to enter. The nurse came in and told me to be quiet and unhooked my morphine. Later that day two angels came to clean me up. They were young black girls and they were so gentle and kind. But when the older black nurse saw this she became furious and gritting her teeth she told me I would be out of there as soon as she could arrange it. And 4 hours latter I was shipped to a private room. But with another older black nurse who I guess was given the job of punishing me. As for four hours I could not call the nurse as she hid my call button. Remember my back is broken I can hardly move and unless the call button is nearby I can't search for it. It was some of the hardest hours I ever had. Just like lying on the floor of the garage. I don't like depending on others for anything and this was really tough. But the next thing that happened is so incredible that I have no Dr or person explain it to me. My sister called from upstate NY and it was not her it was some lady speaking in Spanish. I thought maybe someone had invaded her house and took it over. I told her I was calling the police. Anyway I hung up. Then a few minutes latter the nurse told me my sister was on the line. And yes it was my sister and we talked.How wonderful it is to talk to family when in the hospital. One night my son(20) stayed all night with me sleeping in the chair beside my bed. Anyway I discovered that in the accident my left ear had been damaged. And everything I heard with my left ear was Spanish. Watching TV David Letterman spoke in Spanish. This lasted for several weeks until finally it faded away. My left ear has lost all lower tones.And everyday I would tell Doctors I couldn't hear and not one Dr looked at my ear. Today Doctors are so specialized and busy that they won't refer another Dr. So I was conscious for 15 days of my stay and not one Dr would look at my ear. Then the surgeon came in. Ok he said we can have surgery on ur back or stay in a shell until ur are better. Well my answer was very simple no surgery.So they came in and measured me and fitted me for my tortoise shell. Which I wore for the next 2 months. So getting out of bed was taking 15 minutes to get my shell on. The next part I find hard to believe but it did happen. They sent me to xrays and were Xraying my Pelvic area. The xray techs were women. They would take an xray and go away and I could hear them laughing. They must have taken at least six xrays. It was quite embarasing them giggling like they did. Anyway I was getting better day by day and so I was transfered to another rehab hospital. When I reach the other hospital I heard a nurse or someone yell out "Is that the man with the extra muscle in his groin" So then I understood what the nurses were giggling about. But nothing in my record says anything about it. SO next time I'll recount my adventures in rehab. Also they told my family I would never walk again. And how I hate wheel chairs. Hopefully my telling this story helps someone else to know that miracles do happen. That I Dana Lee Kimball literally walked away from my death bed.

Hello again, I think I can finish the story now. I now was in another hospital with a lot of specific rules. I had to do therapy each day if I didn't they would kick me out. I remember the first steps I took. I though my legs were made of cement. I think I took 3 steps and was totally exhausted. And so each day a few more steps but after a few days I was sort of walking. I remember having to have a bowel movement and them bringing the bed pan. Well not having practiced my aim was off. The male nurse who was on that night was furious and shook the hell out of me and yelled at me. That was the last time I used a bed pan. Being a diabetic I had to urinate a lot and so I had two urinals. Because I would ring for a nurse but I would have to pee before they came to empty it. There were some good nurses and some pretty bad ones. The event which changed my life was this. Shortly after being in this rehab hospital unit I had a hard time breathing and I was sure I was about to die. In came two nurses one older and one younger probably in her late 20's or 30's and her name was Hatie Mathews MY angel. The older nurse said I would be ok and left. But Aunt Hatie stayed and asked if there was anything she could do. And she offered to tuck me in. She rolled me on my side and tucked a pillow at my back. For u married people u know the feeling of your husband or wife sleeping at ur back. There is nothing so comfortable than to sleep in the arms of another person. I then exhausted went to sleep and the panic attack subsided. And at that moment I knew that if Aunt Hatie was there I could comfortably die in her arms. Hatie is black and I then decided I must die in the arms of a black woman. There compassion and strength brought me from death to life. And over a year later I was in African on the shores of lake Victoria living with my new family there. I was in Kenya for one year and it made my diabetes almost a thing of the past I was using 120 units of Humilin 70/30 daily and when I left Kenya I was using about 20 units. In Kenya I would walk about a mile per day. My breakfast was always toast and tea. Lunch maybe some beans and chapati(a flour type hard pancake) and after work upon arriving home more tea and toast. Then around 8-9opm the main meal, ugali, fish or some form of tomato sauce. Anyway I tell this to you to let u know that even at 65 I left the USa went to Africa and spent one year in Kisumu on the shore of lake Victoria in Kenya. I learned so much about myself in my travels. Anyway I did a lot more in rehab but it seems this is the end of my story unless someone asks me a question. Take care fellow traveler and know life is full of surprises just keep going I did.

As Ever I remain

Dana Lee Kimball

Jambo Sana

New York Yankees

Dana Quijote — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 20:17:00 GMT

I have been a Yankee fan for 58 years

I have been a Yankee Fan since I heard my first world series game Yankees and Giants in 1951. I still remeber the greats Allie Renoylds, Whitey Ford , Mickey Mantle, Hank Bauer, Johnny Mize.

I wanted to be a professional ball player. I had a curve, slider, backdoor fastball. I even knocked my cousin front teeth out with a fast ball.

I could hit too, I could just throw a ball into the air and hit it out of any stadium. I use to practice with a stick and hit stones for hours and hours. No one believes me but I knew I could be a professional. Anyway back to the Yankees. I was so glad the yankees got Damon but for the reason that He would always beat us. The yankees can gain 4 games next year if Haladay goes to another team not in the American League and if he gets to the world series he will beat us.

SO why are they letting Damon go free agency. When teixeira and Rodriguez became tame hitters in the world series it was Damon and Matsui who did it all. But that is the Yankees I love them but there management is stupid. Joe Torre I love the guy and with the team we had this year we would have won the series in 4 straight. Giradi tried to lose but the Yankees were too good. Giradi has fallen in love with his stats not his players. SO like the grinch yankee management has a heart 3 times to small.

And in 1964 i decided i'd rather be a scientist than a jock.

I had a friend who was from Chicago who saw Babe Ruth play. Those memories of baseball permeate my life. I just had to get my two cents in maybe a few others feel the same if so just say so here.

Play Ball

April will soon be here

Computer Consultant

Dana Quijote — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:56:00 GMT

No profession deals in the unreal like computer consultant

.Windmills abound everywhere and for a price a slice of your life you get to battle someone else's windmill and after you are done you fall on your sword and are reincarnated. Only fellow travelers walking the same road dieing and reincarnated know you in passing.

That is why this blog is dedicated to Don Quijote (Don Quijote de la Mancha)

Thus is born Dana Quijote of Ithaca NY. To be a successful programmer you must set aside your beliefs of right and wrong and somehow out of computer space create a reality which in 90% of cases is pure nonsense. The money is good but your soul alas your soul has become corrupt.

Selling your life force for money.

The modern company is so corrupt in its management that if you held it to the standards we mortals are judged by they all would be in prison. Lying, cheating, listen to your phone conversation all is ok for a manager in the corporate world. And so begins a dance of doing what you wish until that dreaded phrase " would you come to my office please". Condemned to death on day one lasting as long as possible in incongruousness until the square peg in the round hole is discarded. The only satisfaction comes in knowing you have done something no one else in the world can do or even understand. Dana Quijote of Ithaca New York

These Times

Dana Quijote — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:59:00 GMT

Dear Everyone,

I am writing this essay or blog to all of you who are worried because
your have lost your job or think you are going to lose your job.
My son when he was young said to me "Daddy can you get fired so you can
stay home with me."

I am a professional Computer Consultant Probably the worst job in the world

Charles Dickens said in a tale of two cities.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it ws the age of
wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it
was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the
season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of
despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we
were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way."

What is happening now is a turning point in history.

When you lose your job it is not the losing of the job that hurts. It
is the wounding of your pride in your personal faith that tomorrow is
a better day. And after beating yourself to death you come out the
other side and you say that sure was a shit job and I am glad it is
over but where do i go now.
And the answer is you go where you wanted to go in the first place but
the job was holding you down. We all fear not having that paycheck
come in. That is where the term Wage Slave comes from.

You see a forest of bills stretching to the horizon.

That fear can put you back into that seat you just left. But a few take the
oportunity to examine there lives and see the folly and now seek to go
on that road they always wished for. For every change there are people
who stick to the old way and those who stick to the new way. We think
everyone must follow the same path but the truth is we humans follow all
paths at the same time. Not individually but as a group. I like the
analogy of forest fires. They are necessary to burn the old so the new
can start afresh. We have just had a forest fire. The old guard the
Republicans have died and lost there way. The religious right has
foundered on the shores of reality. I say this not as judgement but as
a truth we all can see.

We have a black president and first lady.

You see it through the eyes of Americans but to the rest of the world
there is now light and those who had short comings ie Europeans are
shown to be frauds. I lived in Africa the year of Obama and the people
shouted for joy and i expect Jesus traveling into Jersulumn had an
equal triumphant entrance. I could not walk the streets without someone
shouting Obama at me as if I was his personal emissary.

I am suggesting you find someway to help

Make it personal (giving to feed the world don't count) Make it personal and real

Find some one and help that person not with money but with care and a helping

hand to get them over the abyss we see before us. A few years ago I lay in the hospital dying.

My family was told to search for a place to bury me. The details were grusesome 8

broken ribs, back broken in many places a collapsed lung and 23pints
of blood. But I didn't know how to give up. I wanted to die the pain
was so great but we don't know who we really are until we face a
calamity such as now. I have been fired or quit over 50 jobs in my
career and each one hurt the only time it didn't take a personal toll
is when hundreds got laid of at the same time. But each and every time
I had to go throught the process. I would feel like Jesus

"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

And the hurt felt like a dagger through your soul. And for days or even weeks you could not see
straight because of the tears in your eyes and that ache in your soul.
You have been rejected thrown away. Some turn to anger and yell and
scream at your old boss your old company. As a computer contractor i
got so i could feel when the day was soon approaching. Once in
DC i had my bags packed and everything i had at work out of there. The
next day management came around with a shoe box to collect everyones
badge. Your life has ended your next paycheck uncertain a cloud of
dispair falls around you and seeps into your soul. I guess we will
call it stage one. If you are lucky not everyone was fired and you can
call your friends and get daily doses of the life left behind.
As you hear the stories of others who fell at the same time.
But then you remember unemployment and up to 6 months to find another
job. But I was a contractor and getting unemployment was next to
impossible. The last time i received unemployment was over 25 years
ago. We use to have to stand behind the yellow line and get scolded if
we were not a perfect docile sheep. I hated going to the unemployment
office each week. And they never found me a job either. But today is
different and you should go to the unemployment office and search
thier data base. Be creative look outside your comfort zone. Call up
your friends I have gotten several jobs just that way.

And learn to be humble

That is a hard lesson to learn. I tell you the truth,

It is harder for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. Again
I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle
than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.

It is harder for an arrogant man to get a job. Again
I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle
than for an arrogant man to get a job.

You have to find the right balance not egotistical and not a wimp.

Firm confidence without arrogance.

And in my case I had to play down my experience or my future bosses
would be scared to hire me.
Each of you have a place and know what you must do and until you lose
the arrogance you will be unemployed.
A few bosses are looking for arrogance but they have to be more arrogant than you.
And then there are a few of you who will take a hobby or a love of
something into the realm of commerce. This is a hard road but the
rewards are there and you don't have to fight that demon of only if i
would have.

So why is this collapse so good.

Because now we will get health care for everyone, a gentler society
now we are going to be green. We have changed from the industrial
revolution to the green revolution and the whole planet has changed
not just the USA. I know there is talk of the demise of the dollar.
Travel the world and tell me which currency is better. Whether it is
justified or not the rest of the world dreams of coming to the USA.
The brightest and best of other countries drive our taxies work in our
warehouses. Lawyers, Doctors, hairdressers any occupation you can
think of they go from high to low just to enter into the Kingdom of
Heaven(ie USA)

The USA is where they dream

they lie, cheat, and steal to come here. I know
there is much corruption here but think of Kenya where I just came
from, I had my motorcycle stolen and the police were hitting on my
wife in front of me and to let the boy go I had to bribe them.And when

with the Police Chief I saw the face of death I had never been so close

to evil and death in my life. When woman complains she was raped and

goes to the police the police will rape her. I was there during the riots,

people getting slaughtered because they were from a different tribe.

Apartments abandoned businesses burnt to the ground, huge fleets of buses carrying refuges.

Oh how much we have to be grateful for

I had an internet cafe and i paid a worker a $1.25 a day.

Now how much did you make a day.I had the
cheapest meal in all the world in Kenya twelve cents. A bowl of rice
with bean soup over the top. So you live in a country so great that
even when we lose our jobs we are better off than 90% of the world.
So next you

lay out a map of your talents and desires.

And you pick a path. Do you need more schooling, nows a great time to
pick it up. Of course we make plans that never work out but that is
what makes life so interesting. The wider your horizon the sooner you
will be back earning money.
And now you can buy a home and get up to $8,000($6,000 plus not first
time buyer) back if you a buy home. If u are older like me and have a
home get a reverse mortgage. Every where you look there is opportunity
and

the only thing standing in your way is you.

Get over yourself this is a new day and the old yolk has been cast
aside, adapt to the new reality and you will write me some day and say
losing my job was the greatest thing ever happened to me. Anyway I
hope I can help just one person and hopefully that is you.
I won't feel bad if you say this is a bunch of crap. That is part of
getting better. And I sincerely hope you do get better. Just don't
take any shortcuts take your medicine and i guarantee you will live to
see a much better future.
As Ever I remain
Dana Lee Kimball
Namaste
Jambo Sana

Welcome

Dana Quijote — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 15:32:59 GMT

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